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[✨ zozo.]

L I L I

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

[✨ zozo.]

S A F F R O N

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

[✨ zozo.]

lena.

Death is kind to me.

I don't deserve it. 

There's no sound here. There's nothing. Nothing at all. Just a white mist shrouding everything around me as I stand. I must be standing on something because my feet feel like they're resting on something solid, like a floor, but every time I try and look down things get fuzzy and this place pulls my head up. Something whispers.

Listen.

But I can't hear anything.

Look.

I can't see anything but the mist. 

But I hear-

Look up.

There's a bird in the sky, if this place even has one. It's far away, fluttering above me, and I can hear its wings pounding as it moves. I squint up at it, for a while, but it shoots off. Dives into the mist. I look towards where it went and see a boy.

He's taller than me, with a bruise across his neck. That's the first thing I notice. And then I'm startled, because suddenly he is standing in front of me and he grins.

I don't understand.

"Neither do I" he replies calmly.

I wonder how long he's been here. 

"As long as you have been, I think. Who knows."

None of this makes sense. 

"It doesn't, does it?"

And then I realise that I haven't spoken a single world and he taps his left eye. "You're like me. I can't see you through this one."

I don't understand.

And he laughs at that thought, "Your eye is bruised. So is my neck. You can't speak, and I can't see. Funny, isn't it?"

I don't think so.

He laughs, again, this time quieter. "That's alright. It's my time to go, anyway."

He winks at me. A bird flies through the space between us, and he is gone.

The mist breathes his name.

Quillon.

And suddenly, I can't breathe.

[✨ zozo.]

eli.

Death is kind to me.

I don't deserve it. 

There's no sound here. There's nothing. Nothing at all. Just a white mist shrouding everything around me as I stand. I must be standing on something because my feet feel like they're resting on something solid, like a floor, but every time I try and look down things get fuzzy and this place pulls my head up. Something whispers.

Listen.

But I can't hear anything.

Look.

I can't see anything but the mist. 

But I hear-

Look up.

There's a bird in the sky, if this place even has one. It's far away, fluttering above me, and I can hear its wings pounding as it moves. I squint up at it, for a while, but it shoots off. Dives into the mist. I look towards where it went and see a boy.

He's taller than me, with a bruise across his neck. That's the first thing I notice. And then I'm startled, because suddenly he is standing in front of me and he grins.

I don't understand.

"Neither do I" he replies calmly.

I wonder how long he's been here.

"As long as you have been, I think. Who knows."

None of this makes sense.

"It doesn't, does it?"

And then I realise that I haven't spoken a single world and he taps his left eye. "You're like me. I can't see you through this one."

I don't understand.

And he laughs at that thought, "Your eye is bruised. So is my neck. You can't speak, and I can't see. Funny, isn't it?"

I don't think so.

He laughs, again, this time quieter. "That's alright. It's my time to go, anyway."

He winks at me. A bird flies through the space between us, and he is gone.

The mist breathes his name.

Quillon.

And suddenly, I can't breathe.

[✨ zozo.]

I smile slightly - terrified of the cameras picking up any trace of pleasure on my face. There is nothing to smile about today, but I do it anyway. It is, my face assures. A hand squeeze confirms it. That one is easy.

- violet -

[✨ zozo.]

I smile slightly - terrified of the cameras picking up any trace of pleasure on my face. There is nothing to smile about today, but I do it anyway. It is, my face assures. A hand squeeze confirms it. That one is easy.

- maisy -

[✨ zozo.]

saffron.

Death is kind to me.

I don't deserve it. 

There's no sound here. There's nothing. Nothing at all. Just a white mist shrouding everything around me as I stand. I must be standing on something because my feet feel like they're resting on something solid, like a floor, but every time I try and look down things get fuzzy and this place pulls my head up. Something whispers.

Listen.

But I can't hear anything.

Look.

I can't see anything but the mist. 

But I hear-

Look up.

There's a bird in the sky, if this place even has one. It's far away, fluttering above me, and I can hear its wings pounding as it moves. I squint up at it, for a while, but it shoots off. Dives into the mist. I look towards where it went and see a boy.

He's taller than me, with a bruise across his neck. That's the first thing I notice. And then I'm startled, because suddenly he is standing in front of me and he grins.

I don't understand.

"Neither do I" he replies calmly.

I wonder how long he's been here. 

"As long as you have been, I think. Who knows."

None of this makes sense. 

"It doesn't, does it?"

And then I realise that I haven't spoken a single world and he taps his left eye. "You're like me. I can't see you through this one."

I don't understand.

And he laughs at that thought, "Your eye is bruised. So is my neck. You can't speak, and I can't see. Funny, isn't it?"

I don't think so.

He laughs, again, this time quieter. "That's alright. It's my time to go, anyway."

He winks at me. A bird flies through the space between us, and he is gone.

The mist breathes his name.

Quillon.

And suddenly, I can't breathe.

[✨ zozo.]

I smile slightly - terrified of the cameras picking up any trace of pleasure on my face. There is nothing to smile about today, but I do it anyway. It is, my face assures. A hand squeeze confirms it. That one is easy.

- juliet -

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I smile slightly - terrified of the cameras picking up any trace of pleasure on my face. There is nothing to smile about today, but I do it anyway. It is, my face assures. A hand squeeze confirms it. That one is easy.

- juliet -

[✨ zozo.]

AISHA -

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

- OF GREAT HONOUR.

[✨ zozo.]

I WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED YOU - 

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

- ALL THE WAY TO THE GRAVEYARD .

[✨ zozo.]

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

[✨ zozo.]

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

[✨ zozo.]

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the 

[✨ zozo.]

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the 

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Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the 

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Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the 

[✨ zozo.]

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the 

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Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the 

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